Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones is not skin and
In fact, he's fat
He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or clubs
For he's the St. James cat!
He's the cat we all greet as we walk the street
In his coat of fastidious
No common-place mousers such well cut trousers
Or an impeccable back

In the whole of St. the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or to
By Bustopher Jones in spats

My visits are to the senior educational
And it is the rules
For any one cat to belong to that
And the Joint Superior
For a similar reason, when game is in
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am frequently at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and

In the season of venison I give my
To the Pothunter's bones
And just before not a moment too soon
To in for a drink at the Drones
When I'm seen in a hurry there's curry
At the or at the Glutton
When I look full of then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice and mutton

In the whole of St. James's the of names is
The of this Brummell of cats
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher in white spats

So in this way passes Bustopher's day
At one club or another found
It can be no surprise that under our
He has grown round

a twenty-five pounder

Or I am a

And he's on weight every day

But I'm so well preserved because observed
All my a routine and I'd say
I am still in my prime, I shall out my time

That's the from this stoutest of cats

It and it shall be spring in Pall Mall
While Bustopher wears white
Jones wears white
Bustopher Jones wears spats!